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The dolichos grows, covering the thorn trees; |
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The convolvulus spreads all over the waste. |
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The man of my admiration is no more here; |
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With whom can I dwell? -- I abide alone. |
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The dolichos grows, covering the jujube trees; |
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The convolvulus spreads all over the tombs. |
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The man of my admiration is no more here; |
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With whom can I dwell? -- I rest alone. |
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How beautiful was the pillow of horn! |
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How splendid was the embroidered coverlet! |
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The man of my admiration is no more here; -- |
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With whom can I dwell? -- Alone [I wait for] the morning. |
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Through the [long] days of summer, |
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Through the [long] nights of winter [shall I be alone], |
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Till the lapse of a hundred years, |
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When I shall go home to his abode. |
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Through the [long] nights of winter, |
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Through the [long] days of summer [shall I be alone], |
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Till the lapse of a hundred years, |
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When I shall go home to his chamber. |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia